~     sylveon     ~    
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
        countersense fairy     
      canine?                     
                          palliative? 
                                 
 appearance:  sylveon resemble dogs  in  
   many ways,  with similar small bodies 
   and faces.  they are small and   
     nimble,  and with  white fur.  
                               
                                 
 the  most  striking feature  is      
 their "ribbons",    long flat  feelers 
 that  they    use  to  bind    or   to 
 interface  with   the minds  of others 
                          
  the ribbons  play  a  large  social   
   role  among  sylveons.            
   they induce  a sense of wellbeing, 
  and can  ease  pain  if  applied    
 close to  a wound.     it is thought 
 they feed off  the pain  of  others    
                 this   way.   
                              
                              
      sylveon  are  great  partners 
 to humans, but care  should be  taken   
 to  limit  exposure  to   ribbons,    
   since with prolonged  contact      
   the consciousnesses  start to  blend, 
 an   environment   in  which          
 the  sylveon is  much  more  at home,   
     and   it   will   take   advantage. 
                     
   medicinal                     
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 its   sap                        
         poison        putting 
 thoughts    into             
 not    killed.                     
   but  is    loyal    (lie!  lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 the nature of  the  coma depends  on the 
 intensity  of the  sylveon's  feeding.  
      you will  succumb  to  a    
       fast-growing   addiction    
  that leads  to a submissive       
      and   sluggish  state     
                
  eventually  you will  slowly slip  
   into    a    long    slumber,   
  becoming      sap   in the  vines